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The words hit harder than his hands ever did. I felt them in my chest, like someone had punched straight through my ribs. My eyes burned. My throat felt tight.
"Shut up," I said, but my voice shook.
"You shut up." He grabbed my wrist and twisted. Not enough to break anything. Just enough to remind me he could. "You don't get to push me and then act like you're the victim."
I tried to pull free. He held on. I shoved him with my other hand. He did not let go. I shoved again, harder this time, putting my whole weight into it.
My foot caught on the edge of the rug.
Everything tilted.
I stumbled. He stumbled back too. My hand flew out, trying to grab something to steady myself. I reached for his shirt and missed. I reached again and brushed his phone. No, not his phone. Mine. He had taken it earlier and set it down somewhere. My head was spinning. I saw the couch and lunged for it.
He moved faster.
I crashed into his chest.
We both went down.
Hard.
